“T’ra”, a term used interchangeably by some. It can mean either hello, thanks, excuse me or goodbye. The change of plan came on Saturday and after deciding I wouldn’t be spending a third night in the general environs of Chorley, I headed slightly further north to Yorkshire. Found myself a gorgeous B&B in Carleton and spent the day cruising around the Dales getting further sun burnt in an amusing pattern.
The above is a straight out of the camera shot from my adventures today, while taking this shot my internal monologue was in overdrive. “See that house down there, 12 of us lived in one room and had nowt to eat all day except when father came back from t’mines with half a loaf of mouldy bread.” Then another strongly accented gentleman pipes in with “Half a loaf? Only 12 of you? You had it easy. There was 18,000 of us all huddled in one corner, only heat we had was from a gone out candle, father would thrash us with his belt when he got home from the mill and all we’d have to eat for the entire week was half a bag of damp coal.” No idea what I’m on about? You need to click on this then lad.
Making my way back south tomorrow, down to somewhere on the outskirts of the Peak District. That’s back to the original plan. I’ve got 150km of B road and off road routes in the sat nav, ready to be followed with less than pin-point precision. My usual method of navigating while on the bike normally ends up with “Ah, that feels like it’s the right direction”. Worked well so far anyway.
freezing my toes off on the 10am train to Cork. I wonder if the people in first class got the heating turned on for them…
A field somewhere in Holland. Not too far from Bleskensgraaf. Fuji Neopan 100 Acros or 400. Cant remember. Appears to have been developed with the last of the gone off Rodinal.
Another from the Sally Gap, as if you haven\’t had enough already. Nothing too ‘Saint Patricksy’ for today, mostly because going into the other room and plugging in the external drive seems like too much work. Yes, I’m that lazy.
Sally Gap, last weekend. One of the first spots where you can pull the car over and look out over the hills. Until of course some tourists in a rental car trying to park behind you almost break both your legs. Nice day overall though.
A sometimes violent blustery wind blowing through the crops in a field a few hundred yards from Hook Head lighthouse in Wexford.
Sitting on the fence, enjoying the sunshine and sea air at Hook Head in Wexford.
An old shed in a field next to the graveyard in Glendalough. I can only presume (having watched so many horror films down through the years) that this is where the local psycho slasher type person does all his dismembering and storing of his collection of corpses.. Mwah ha haaaaa…
A lovely peaceful spot. Other than the horror and all…
A field of rapeseed grows near Garretstown. Fields like this are a common sight at this time of year and are dotted throughout the country, some providing fantastic photo opportunities. The field of bright green next to this bright yellow was irresistible. Well, it looked better in person than I was able to capture on camera. Ah well.